12-12-2017, 05:24 PM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
Shortly after arriving in Taiga, the winged-stallion had quickly taken to the skies once again - but his path had changed direction. No longer did he fly west towards Hyaline (despite how much his heart begged him to), but took the familiar northeastern thermals back home, the now-king distraught for the first time in a long while. His great wings - broad, powerful things at his sides - carry him quickly and swiftly over the rebirthing Taiga and then the neutral lands, the tips of his feathers twitching expertly in the warm breath of the summer wind.How his conversation ended with Kolera in Taiga quickly began to gnaw at his insides, roiling terribly and knotting uncomfortably in his throat - the gentle spirit of the young bay woman had captured his heart, and since she was only a filly he had found a piece of himself wanted to care for her, to protect her, and to nurture her where her family could not. He felt responsible for her then, and he feels responsible for her now.
It does not take her long to arrive; it is only a few hours after he has landed back in Tephra that hears her voice on the humidity, calling to him (or to anyone, but Warrick felt his heartstrings twist at the sound of her call). He begins to move, navy limbs carrying him through the thick foliage that covers the inner parts of the volcanic peninsula, towards where the border between Tephra and the forest meet. His large wings expand and stretch, bending the lithe bone at his sides a few times before beating them outwards, large gusts carrying him upwards into the air.
His heart is heavy and it seems to pull at his wings, feeling as if he is sifting away back into the ground.
As he travels closer to the rushing stream that is their border, a distinct whinny reaches him that is all too familiar but not at all expected. Brilliant blue eyes widen slightly at the sight of not only Kolera, but her companion by her side. Ebony and red velvet flood his mind and he knows immediately it is her, it is Ceara. His chest flutters and then subsides, as he lands smoothly, the smell of the summer wind and sun on his skin. He swallows hard as the women come forward to meet him, most likely wondering why he held such solemnity in his eyes.
“Ceara,” he greets her, bumping his indigo muzzle with hers, lingering there a moment before slowly turning his gaze to Kolera. “She is correct,” he answers, wondering if Ceara was hoping that Kolera had been misinformed. “Kolera, welcome,” he begins, eyes softening as he takes a step towards her, unsure how to put his thoughts into words. “Your mother is in a cave near the volcano.” He knows that at his words she would become flighty, and even begin to run towards the place he had told her, so he quickly puts his muzzle against her forehead, his wings outstretching beside him slightly just in case she would decide to take off. “She was becoming a threat to Tephra, and still may be, so to keep her here is imperative - for the time being. She is unharmed, trust me.”
Of course, Warrick does not speak lies. He is incapable of anything but the truth, and when he speaks to Kolera, he does not know of the happenings between Karaugh’s captor and herself, or that currently Amorette is being used as leverage for her mother’s daring escape. One thing is for certain, however, and that was that Kolera would not be visiting her mother’s cave (prison) anytime soon.
Warrick
@[Kolera] @[Ceara]
he does not want her a part of whatever her mother is doing D: